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Part 32 - Appreciating his new life
Jesper became costume to deliver his body for intimate pleasure at any moment. As soon as someone gestured with a finger repeatedly in a hook to signaling "come here" the twink presented himself. He sucked cock and got fucked repeatedly.
But the only time the chastity device was removed and Jesper could cum in a normal way was when he visited the warehouse in the harbor to make porn movies. It was one reason Jesper loved the boat trips there. Another was to meet the guys who would fuck him. They were usually as young as him but more uncertain and confused then him. It felt good to help them calm down as they showed their muscular bodies to the cameras and fucked the blond twink.
In the porn studio, he was fucked according to detailed guiding from the director of the film. Some actors had difficulty to be continually given orders, but Jesper the important thing wasn't to be able to shoot his wad out of his hard cock. He was always longing for the moments when his cock was free, and he was told to masturbate or he being milked by another actor. And it wasn't missed by men watching the films. What Jesper didn't know was that he started to become a popular actor by the viewers, and soon a bottom boy porn star. He was cute with a smooth body and even if his dick was a bit small his ejaculations was massive.
They had some difficulty to hide the inc on his body, but with makeup it worked. After finishing for the day in the studio, the twink walked naked to the boat taking him back to the island. He was sore and worn out. And his testicle emptied.
One morning the routine of many weeks was broken, even if it started like any other morning the last couple of months. The slave was called to Mr. Thorson's bedroom. The man was lying on his back, and when Jesper entered, he was told, "Ride me."
He kneeled down on the bed and began to lick the flaccid cock, then took it in his mouth and sucks it till it was hard. Then he straddles over the man's crotch and guided the hard cock to his fuck hole and lowered his body down on it. All the time he was closely watched by his master.
"Aaahh. This pussy is so hot. Now, ride my dick. Slow and don't stop till I say so."
While the twink did, Mr. Thorson told him something was going to happen.
"Next weekend I have to entertain a certain crowd I don't like but need for my business." The twink moved his pussy up and down on the big dick, riding it while the man lay on his back, his hands under his head and looking up at his slave doing all the work.
"They are raw and ruthless. But their leader has seen your porn pics and wanted to meet you. I said yes, even if I didn't want to. They will be rough. I will make sure no permanent damage is done to you."
Jesper froze. Still penetrated by the cock he looked down in the man's eyes with anxiety. The man moved his arms up and pushed the twink's head down toward him and kissed him, but wanted the warm and wet cunt remaining around his dick.
"I know. It sounds scary. But you can't show it to them. You have to be a pro and take it with ease. That will impress on them and prevent them from going too far. You will offer them your pussy and with excitement serve them your body. No hesitation. No disrespect. If you stay happy and cute, this will go well."
Jesper was pleased when Mr. Thorson kissed him on the mouth. "I will keep armed guards in a boat nearby, and they will storm the island if I call on them."
"But why. . ?" whispered Jesper, ready to be slapped for speaking.
"My business is partly in the shadows, and then you need to be allied with other strengths than what a big law firm can bring. I wish I could keep them on distance, but to build trust I have to socialize with them. And they are thrilled to be able to meet a porn star. That's worth more than any money, right now."
"Am I worth more than money. . .?" Jesper asked with a low voice.
"Start to fuck yourself, and I tell you," the man answered while he gives the slave a stinging slap on the left side of his bottom. The young man began to use the muscles in his legs to rise his pussy up and then let it sink down on the cock again. The man felt the twink's thighs up as they worked hard to move the body up and down.
"Yeah. That's the way to treat a man's cock." Then he continued, "And yes. You're worth more than money." He caressed the naked body riding his cock.
"If you pull it off next weekend I will move you from the attic to a space close to my bedroom. It isn't a reward. I am beginning to trust you and want you close, for pleasure and punishment. But first you have to give my guests a nice and hot weekend."
"Yes, Sir."
"Enough talking. Ride me faster."
Jesper nodded and felt warm inside. The man was opening up to him in a way no one done before.
After a while, the man jerked his hips up to trust harder into the pussy. The twink hears himself moaning as if it were coming from someone else, it was pitiful sounds like from a girl. His body exhales the first sigh of satisfaction as he is being bred, and by a man worthy of worship. It was as if he could feel the warm, strong blasts of cum erupting from the thick swollen head of the big dick as it pounds its release inside him.
And now, as his body struggles to absorb the copious amount of seed the man filled his hole with, he shudders at the thought of his role as a bitch a man could trough to another. His pussy aches and the ass lips were raw, puffy and red after relentless fucking by countless of guests on the island. But he knew this man could choose another pussyboy, but he didn't. Something made Jesper worship the man. He wanted to please him. He wanted to be fucked by him.
The rest of the week he was only required to give his head to the men on the island. On Saturday Mr. Thorson told him to go to the shed by the seashore and climb on the shelf with his ass sticking out. One of Mr. Thorson's friends secured his chastity device to the shelf and his collar to the wall.
"He's damn hot on display in that way," the friend said.
"Yeah. Accessible as hell. And that's the whole point", Mr. Thorson answered as he let his open hand travel over Jesper's back and down to his ass cheeks.
"This is for your own good. If you are secured on the shelf, my friends and I will know where you are all the time. I don't want my guests to be able to move you where I can't control what they do."
Jesper shivers at the thought of the thugs he will have to serve this night. He knew Mr. Thorson count on him, and it made him want to prove his ability. It was an absurd logic, but Jesper believed in it.
But when the time came for sex he was also hungry for it. No one had fucked him the last several days. Mr. Thorson senses the energy as he moved his hand over the twink's bound body.
"Are you horny?" he whispered. Jesper nodded.
"Good. Give your body away. They will harass you, use trash talk and they will fuck you hard. But you will not complain. Not a word! It would make me look bad. You will take it."
Jesper nodded. He was both scared and willing to proof his value as the pussyboy he was.
"We will always have an eye on you and will step in if it became too rough. And if it gets really serious I got armed guards nearby. No one will be hurt, but it will be tense. You can help, you know. By welcoming their fingers and cocks, you can relieve the atmosphere. If you are scared of them or indifferent, it will be difficult. You are aware of that, aren't you?"
Jesper nodded. He got a task to do. It was something new. Mr. Thorson counted on him. He liked that.
"Are you scared? I don't want you to be."
Jesper shakes his head "no", more because he wanted not to be rather then it being a true answer.
"Good." Someone came in and said the guests were arriving. Mr. Thorson left.
Jesper could hear men greeting each other outside. And the voices came closer.
"Ah! Here is the toy. Let me see. A scruffy man in a black leather vest stepped close, put his big hand under Jesper's chin and turned the head to him. Jesper felt the smell of oil and dirt from the fingers.
"Yeah. This little cunt got me going when I saw him in a porn movie a while back. I wanted to fuck him so bad. We will set things right tonight, aren't we?"
"You liked his performance as a porn actor?" Mr. Thorson wanted his slave to hear how other vied him.
"Hell, yeah. I haven't got him out of my mind. I had to have all the porn scenes made with him. You're ready for me now, weren't you?"
When Jesper nodded, the man kissed him and pressed his tongue into the twink. As Jesper opens his mouth to receive it, he remembers the week at a barn where he had to act as a waiter to a group of thugs in black leather. They had played with his cock. It had been scary but also exciting in a sick way. He didn't understand why he felt so alive when raw men abused him. They just used him for their pleasure as if he wasn't worth anything.
After French kissing the twink, the thug let his hand travel over the young and smooth skin as he talked with Mr. Thorson.
"A friend of mine actually made an offer to buy him from his previous owners. But then I didn't know he was so damn good looking. I have always wanted to have a bitch boy in a cage, available at all time."
As he speaks, he start to play with the twink's sphincter, moved a finger around over it. Then he penetrates the hole with one finger, but instead of fucking it he put the ring muscle between his thumb and forefinger and pressed. It was a new and strange feeling.
"He is used a lot, but not ruined down here."
"Right. I decided to keep the hole intact, for a change."
"Yeah, I supposed you would get better pay if the hole isn't ruined. The next owner gets that fun, then."
Jesper froze. Was his body put on the market again?
"I have no plan to sell him, for now. He's good business. In porn productions, as you know."
"Too bad. I want this piece of shit. When you're about to sell him, will you give me a call?" The man continued to let fingers pinch the sphincter muscle. His other hand roams over the body, feeling up the shaved space over the entrapped cock. The hand then moves over the smooth stomach as if to compensate for it being hid while bent forward and turned to the wall. He takes hold of one of the bars through his nipples and pulls it away from the body.
"I keep that in mind," Mr. Thorson answered and continued, "but the price will be rather high for some years to come."
"Of course, he's a porn star, I know. But if you need my services in some big business deal, I mean, then I'm prepared to talk payment in the form of this specific merchandise." The man but his hand under the twink's chin again and bent the head so he could look him into his eyes. Jesper looked down, he couldn't meet his piercing eyes, full of lust.
"I need this one. He is cute as a teenage girl."
"I understand. We'll see." Mr. Thorson didn't want to dismiss his guest.
"I mean it. I really want to own this ass. Keep it in the basement and fuck it whenever I want."
"Time for dinner. He won't go anywhere." Mr. Thorson put an arm on his guests shoulder, and they walked out of the shed.
The twink thought of the conversation he just had heard. He knew he should be terrified, but he felt wanted. He felt special. They were bargaining about him. He was popular and desirable.
Jesper could hear people walk into the big house. After some time, the thug came back alone. He put his hands on the exposed butt cheeks and caress them tenderly as he said, "I have looked forward to fucking you for months, you know. You're so damn sexy. I love to fuck slutty women, but I haven't got the image of your smooth boy body out of my mind."
He opened his trousers and with a laud moan of delight he presses his big cock into the bound body from behind. He then pulled completely out, just to penetrated the twink's accessible hole again and drill his dick into the body until his hips slammed the twink's ass cheeks. His dick was deep inside as he whispered into the twink's ear, "Do you want to follow me home and live with me? I want to take care of you."
It was a question Jesper didn't expect. It made him confused. The man continued as he began to fuck him: "I've seen all your movies. I want you to be mine, my slave. Do you wish to be mine?" He asked with a soft voice that sounded trustworthy while his hands were moving caringly over the naked twink.
What was he talking about? Was this man fond of him? Suddenly Jesper started to be uncomfortable in a completely different way. He had expected rough, hard-boiled men who would use him without any regard for his wellbeing, men giving him nothing but pain. He didn't expect and didn't want to confront soft feelings that always were connected with considerations and responsibility on his part. He wanted real men to take charge.
Jesper realizes he started to despise rather than fear the big man who was fucking his bound body from behind. Every sexual thrill he felt was gone. This man was like his fellow student at university: tough and cool on the s surface but weak and confused underneath. It turns Jesper off. He wanted strong men who took what they wanted.
In precisely this moment, it hit home on a whole new level of insight. Jesper realized he was a whore who wanted to be used, exactly as he has been treated since the predator's gang lured him into their trap. As the thug kissed his neck and showed his caring feelings, Jesper knew he wasn't into tender sex. It shot his mind off.
The twink began to move his ass in tune with the man's trusts to make him cum as fast as possible. When the man put his palm under Jesper's chin and on his cheek, he moved his head toward the palm to show affection. But it was only a way to give him his release as fast as possible, so he then would leave.
"Aaahh, Yes, that's right, what a nice pussy." The man showed in hard and emptied his seed. When he after a moment redrew he wanted to speak to Jesper, but other men was waiting for their turn.
Jesper was relieved when another big and hairy man stepped up behind him, opened his pants and showed his hard cock inside without a word. Jesper clamped his pussy tightly around the new intruding cock. It was bigger than most. He lifted his ass up hoping to ease the forced entry, but it didn't help. The man grabbed Jesper's narrow hips and pulled him roughly downward onto the cock.
This man was unmoved by the discomfort he created and continued to fuck with penetrating thrusts. "That's a good girl. This is why men keep cunts like you in tight regimes. Take my dick, you worthless whore!" The man slapped the right ass cheek hard.
To Jesper's shame, he was turned on and begins to leak from his trapped cock when the man started to trash him. The man speeded up. "That's right, baby girl. Give me that cunt! Your sweet young pussy is all that matters to my buddies and me. We're going to open it up and breed it nice and deep. To pound this cunt feels so damn good." A new hard slap followed.
Other men stepped forward and surrounded the twink on both sides of the shelf. They began to poke and grab the smooth body. One tried to bend Jesper's head down to his cock, but the chain from the wall to his collar prevented him from moving.
The cock in him exploded, and the man pulled out. Immediately another one penetrated him. This man didn't say anything. He fucked the twink hard and fast, shoots his load and redrew.
The next man was the fourth this evening to fuck him and even as he's inside, Jesper is thinking of how much he wants more. Will this desperate need to be fucked ever be satisfied? He is bound, surrounded by horny men he doesn't know and without any control what so ever.
He only wants more, rougher, harder, no limits domination. Can they see it in his eyes, the permission his mind give them to use him? He wants them to get their release inside him. Can they feel the gratitude from his body as it surrenders to them? What do they feel when they fuck a pussy boy like him? What should he do to make their sexual experience even better? Groan and participate in their action or be passive and let them do everything they want?
The shock of a man showing feelings toward him made him feel sick and tormented. He wanted attention but aimed at his body. He didn't need those men to love him, he wanted them to dominate and use him. He didn't wish to take responsibility for a relationship and make decisions. It was creating a sense of relief to put his life in strong men's hands. He wasn't all that afraid to follow those thoughts anymore. Love scared him more.
When Mr. Thorson released the slave from the wall and led him to the shower, he saw something was changed. The twink followed every command eagerly. The man soaped up the abused body and noted the twink had several sore spots. It was expected after eight men fucking him hard.
"You did well. Everybody praise my whore. One even wants to buy you, as you heard." The man laughs at the idea. "I think he is in love with you. Who could think this dangerous and violent leader of a gang of thugs was able to show a soft side of himself. . ." Mr. Thorson was as perplex as his slave.
The man let two soaped fingers penetrate the raw sphincter. The twink jumped.
"Don't fight it. Take the pain. Let it embrace you. Pain makes you feel alive." The man pushed four digits against the sore hole but was refused entry.
"Relax. Take it." Jesper spread his legs and put his ass out even if the pain was excruciating. The man pushed again, and this time the four fingers went inside the twink standing in the shower stall, supporting himself with both hands on the wall.
"Nice. Do you like it?" Jesper nodded. Not so much for the fingers but for being with an alpha man knowing what he wanted.
The man studied how the twink fought the pain as he moves his fingers around in the sensitive and well-used ass hole. It's hot to see a naked teenager's body jerk and twitch in pain while suppressing the discomfort and take it without protest.
"You have to accommodate the whole fist before we end the night. Okay?" He looked for any reaction in the twink's face. Could he see the slightest sign of protest? If so, he would get an uppercut hard enough to deck him. The time for objections was over. But the master couldn't detect any unwillingness before his slave nodded.
"I want you to clean my hand from soap with the showerhead and then use the lotion on the table to grease my palm." Jesper does as he's told.
The man sits down on a footstool at the wall in the bathroom. "Now, guide my hand as if it was a dildo and press it inside."
Jesper looked the man in his eyes as if to say, "what?!" But he didn't say anything. Instead, he turned his backside to the man and took hold of the man's wrist and tried to move the hand in between the ass cheeks.
When Mr. Thorson let his hand be loose, it was impossible. Jesper laughed and looked back at his master. This was ridiculous.
"Do you need help?" Mr. Thorson said in a light tone.
"Yes, please."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Please, straightened your fingers and held firm." Jesper managed to push four fingers into him, but even if he bends forward, he can't press hard enough.
"Please. . ."
"What?"
"Please, take over. Give me the fist fuck you want. I can't do it myself."
"You have failed?"
"Please. I want to comply . . . but I'm useless to do it."
"You are useless?"
"Yes, useless."
"You can't do anything without my help?"
"No, sir."
"Okay, if you say so. Move your hands back on your bum and spread the cheeks."
Mr. Thorson presses slowly but steadily his hand into the hole. The walls of the love channel give away, and the palm disappears into the body. The slave groans.
"Back toward me and sit down in my lap."
When Jesper tries he discover that this move requires him taking much more of his master's hand in his pussy. He repeatedly pushes backward and feels how the man's wrist is entering him deeper and deeper. When he continues to press the hand inside, it starts to push on his intestine. It hurts.
"Good. Continue. Push yourself back on my arm. I want to feel you up from the inside." Mr. Thorson starts to push forward. With some difficulty, more of his arm is entering the twink.
Jesper begins to protest by giving complaining moans. The man slaps him hard on the cheek with his free hand.
"Shut up! You can take it. I want more of my arm inside. Push back! Do it!"
The twink became silent as he makes a new effort to sit down on the arm inside him. After some more time, the arm up to the elbow is in, and the twink thinks it must be the end. But Mr. Thorson put his free hand on the slave's back and pushes his upper body forward. Jesper has to put his hands on the floor to get steady.
"Now it's my turn to push." Mr. Thorson is straitening his arm and press his elbow into the twink by many small but forceful thrusts.
"Yeah. This feels so good." It's more about power than sex. The man shows his slave he can claim every part of him, even the inside of his body.
"Now, straighten your body up."
"I can't," says the frightened twink before he thinks.
"Do it! NOW!!"
When the slave uses every muscle in his stomach and back to raise his upper body, the man goes down on his knees behind him to follow the movement. He even helped by pressing his arm inside the body backward.
To Jesper's surprise, he can stand up even if he is full of another human being. It feels strange, but he couldn't complain about not being close to his master.
"Put your hands on your cheeks and start to fuck yourself on my arm." Mr. Thorson continues to dominate the twink he owns and want to mold to his own preferences.
The twink began to move his body up and down on the big and muscular arm inside it. He starts to perspire. He had been double dicked and fisted before, but never felt so full of and controlled by another man.
To his relief, the man slowly redrew his arm as soon as the twink accepted to fuck his body on the arm. Mr. Thorson stood up and pushed the twink into the shower and followed after. While the water was streaming down their bodies, he showed his cock into the opened hole. It was so nice to enter a warm body without resistance.
Jesper was surprised the assault on his ass continued, but didn't do anything when the man fucked him with his cock this time. Even if he fucked hard, the twink mostly felt it by the pelvis hitting his ass cheeks over and over again.
Mr. Thorson notes that the twink push his ass out as if to make the entry of his pussy easier, but his hole is so loose it isn't necessary. It pleases him that the slave starts to act by reflex when it comes to present his body and make his master feel good. Soon he groaned and put a new load of sperm inside the twink.
"You start to be the slave I know you were from the moment I saw you. Now, crawl beside me into my bedroom."
They passed the bed and stopped at a small door he hadn't seen before. "I have emptied my walk in closet. It will be your new home, as long as you behave." Jesper crawled in and found a mattress in plastic in the windowless space.
"Goodnight."
Next: part 33 - Giving away his soul
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